by Keta Kendric
He eased back in the seat, attempting to take his pants down, but his tall frame inside the car wasn’t going to allow him to get far without standing. Laying across the back seat, I fought to get my pants off, shouting, “Thank God,” when I was free of them. My jeans and other heel, I tossed on the back floor. I completed the task by stripping away my bra and top and tossing them into the front seat.
Arjen glanced back, and it appeared he was about to say something until he saw me butt ass naked with my legs spread open. My feet were propped up on the back of each front seat to flash him the Brazilian wax I had gotten the day before.
“I’m coming, love. Shit, you’re hot.”
He was talking and making his way into the back after readjusting the front seat. It wasn’t until he turned and started to wedge his wide shoulders between the two front seats that we gathered he wasn’t going to fit.
He sprang his door open, got out, and walked to the back. He snatched the back door open before dropping his pants down to his hips.
The sight of his long, thick, and raging hard dick had me damn near drooling. I laid my back against the opposite door panel, dropped my legs open in invitation, and watched him climb into the back with me.
Thankfully, the road was an isolated one, because he hadn’t given a shit about dropping his pants outside the car. I pressed my back into the back, passenger door to make more room. Luckily, we had enough room to scratch at the urgent desire we needed to satisfy.
The heel I had left in his lap was now in his hand. I didn’t understand why until he lifted my leg and eased it back on my foot while sliding his tongue sensually up my ankle.
“I want to fuck you in these sexy black killer heels.”
He had me so hot, I couldn’t speak. All I could do was point to where I had dropped that other heel. Once he had it on my foot, he eased his tongue up that ankle and didn’t stop until his tongue had trailed up my leg and was up against my pussy lips.
A deep gasp rushed into my lungs so hard I nearly swallowed my tongue when he twirled his tongue into my heat. We had forgotten we were parked beside the road after leaving a dead man in the small cabin in the woods. We forgot everything.
My legs quivered, one draped over his shoulder, the other scaling the back seat with the heel of my shoe tapping against the back glass.
“Yes, baby, right there!” I yelled, digging my nails into the back of his neck. My tensed hand kept his head in place, but when I attempted to widen my legs, the car didn’t give up any extra space.
“You taste like perfection and sunshine,” he panted while coming up for air and licking his lips. “So fucking sweet.” He went right back in, his tongue teasing my hard bud before he pinched it between his lips and sucked me so good, I think I squirted in his mouth, I orgasmed so hard.
He didn’t give me but a second to catch my breath as he repositioned, yanking me by the leg so that I was further down on the seat. He fitted his sexy body between my legs, which forced them to widen.
“I’m fucking crazy over you,” he stated, pressing more of his weight onto me, and knocking away whatever it was I was about to say.
My right leg went sliding between the front seats, which caused my heal to connect with the gear-shift. My left leg was pinned up and against the back seat but didn’t stay pinned long because he lifted it high enough that my heel scraped the top of the rear window when he drove into me.
“Fuck, Arjen.”
My trembling words matched the vibrations riding me as he stuffed me so full of dick, I couldn’t stop shaking. He stilled, allowing my trembling walls to stretch to his length.
When he was sure our bodies were in sync, he backed halfway out and surged in, snatching my breath away. This time he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me so good that I was clawing into his back one moment and damn near ripping the leather off his seats the next. The dick was so good my damn eyes were fluttering along with every other muscle in my body.
“Arjen, baby, keep… don’t…” I couldn’t put my words together and trying was useless because he had me mindless.
He placed his hand under my thigh before sliding it up to grip my ass cheek. The action drove my heel harder into the back window, making me afraid we would break it.
“Oh, fuck. It’s too much, but I need it all,” I yelled out when his thrusts grew more urgent. The shit I was saying didn’t make any sense, but neither of us gave a damn.
“Your pussy, so sweet,” he moaned out. “Your body, so fucking sexy,” he exhaled. “You’re the best, Mecca. The best. Shit!”
“You too,” was all I could get out before a hard tingle tightened my belly and took my voice up a few octaves. I had no doubt that our sex noises were vibrating every piece of glass inside the car.
His thrusts were so manic, the noise my heel created against the window brought a quick moment of clarity, and I expected us to be bathed in glass any second.
“Baby. Baby. Stop. Stop...”
He stopped immediately, on the downstroke, filling me with glorious dick.
“I’m sorry. Am I hurting you?”
I attempted to point at the back window, but with him buried so deep inside me, I was unable to lift my hand because it was clawing into the skin of his back. I couldn’t retract my nails from his taut flesh if my life depended on it.
“My heel is scratching up the window,” I finally choked out.
He kissed me with such a tender caress, it was hard to believe he was stuck on a downstroke that was an inch from knocking my back clean out.
“Is that it? Fuck this car. Leave your marks on whatever you want, especially on me.”
With those words, he eased back, and drove his dick so far into me that my mouth dropped open and stayed that way. The impact filled me with equal parts shock, awe, and pleasure.
Arjen was no doubt marking his territory. He was making it so that no one else’s dick ever crossed my mind. He had promised me that he would beast fuck me after our bodies were sexually introduced, and he was pouring truth into that promise.
This was by far the most spine-tingling, erotic, and explicit sex, I had ever had. My legs were stretched out as much as the car allowed. There was so much dick thrusting, pussy pounding, back scratching, body shaking, nipple sucking, clit tickling, ass squeezing, tit licking, hair pulling, bite mark leaving, moaning and groaning, yelling and crying, I couldn’t put a name to what we were doing inside this car anymore. All I knew was we were fucking each other like newly-freed animals from the zoo that had been caged for decades.
“Yes, baby, yes. Pull my hair,” I yelled.
“Yes! Yes! Bite me harder, love!”
“My dick,” I moaned.
“My pussy,” he grunted.
“You’re fucking me so good,” I heaved out, unable to catch a breath. “I think I’m about to pass out.”
I wasn’t blowing up his ego. The man had me so overwhelmingly undone, I was on the verge of tipping into a glorious blissful coma.
The sensation of pre-orgasmic bliss choked me when the first sparks of my orgasm hit, zipping through my body with sharp currents that settled and awakened when he continued to slam into me.
“I’m coming, baby…coming so fucking hard.”
“I feel it, love, so warm and juicy. God, I feel you clamping down on me. Shit. Mecca! Fuck!” he roared, his body shivering as he continued to pump into mine with frantic jerks.
My damn heel was scratching the window so hard, he was no doubt going to have to replace it. I would be surprised if the gear shift still worked, I had kicked the shit out of it during the process of our session.
We roared, growled, and moaned together, enjoying the greatest rush I had ever experienced. There was one thing I was certain of, my pussy was unconditionally his, and if Arjen didn’t know it before, I’m sure he knew it now. After this, I wasn’t going to be able to look at another man’s mid-section, much less want one.
How long was it going to take to recover from the new sin we had
created so we could do it again?
33
Mecca
When we made it home, we sat in the car, staring at each other before we exited. Khane had called and informed us that he and a group would be meeting us to brainstorm a way to get ahead of the chaos swirling around Arjen’s recent ambush and my failed trap. Hence, there was a group of people waiting for us inside. A small twinge of guilt hit me knowing that these men waited for us to arrive and were working on ways to keep us safe while Arjen and I were off fucking in the woods.
A deep expression of curiosity covered my face as it appeared Arjen had a slight limp when he walked around the car to open my door. One of my heels was broken and hanging on by a thread of expensive leather, so I held them in my hand while I eased from the car. My sore back was warning me to be mindful of how fast I stood.
A glance in the passenger side mirror revealed that my freshly silk-pressed hair appeared to have been caught in the eye of a cat-5 hurricane. Patting down the mess on my head was useless. Arjen’s hair was damp, certain areas were sticking up, and other parts were matted to the side of his head like he had rolled out of bed versus the driver’s seat.
He reached in to help me from the car.
“You okay?”
I took his hand.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you limping?” I asked, glaring down his long legs.
“It’s nothing. I just have to stretch my legs, that’s all.”
We had no reason to feel guilty about wanting each other. That was what I told myself as we began our limping march towards the house.
When the door popped open, the maid took one look at us making our way to the front door, and her mouth fell open and remained that way as she failed to regain control of her shocked expression. She had apparently lost her words but recovered enough to step aside and swing the door all the way open.
Since my top was ripped, I held the two torn edges together to keep from flashing Arjen’s staff my tits. My bra hooks were also ruined and no longer worked. Arjen’s crisp thin-striped button-up was wide open as the buttons were still somewhere in the car. The area near the neck of the shirt was ripped, and he was sporting a prominent impression of my teeth.
His dress shoes were making a weird dragging sound along the concrete driveway. He definitely had trouble in one of his legs as his natural long stride was a bit choppy.
Thankfully, he had placed his hand on my back atop that spot that was most sore. I’m sure he was more than likely keeping my spine from sliding out of my spinal column and hitting the ground.
He had cum inside me so hard and long, it continued to leak, making my jeans stick to me since I was unable to find my panties to put them back on. I felt bad for whoever would get the job of detailing that car.
Our aim was to take a quick shower and meet the group in the study, but when we ambled carefully through the front door, the group were all sitting around the living room, enjoying whatever Mrs. Kattie had given them to snack on.
One glimpse at Arjen and me and all conversation ceased. A quiet stillness greeted us instead of our guest. One of Arjen’s guards, who was in the process of putting food up to his mouth, froze. Pieces of whatever he was about to eat were falling back onto the plate as his mouth remained open while he stared.
Khane, who I never expected to see surprised, wore it like a mask on his face, his brows raised high on his forehead. Desiree was sitting beside him, staring from our heads to our toes with a huge smirk on her face. They had even managed to wrangle up Marshawn, Torch, and Shockey to represent the Black Saints.
Had I known this would be a full-on staff meeting, I would have requested to go through the garage. I was going to kill Arjen, because he knew, or had an idea of what we were walking into.
“Need a minute?” Khane asked.
A huge grin was plastered on Arjen’s face.
“Yes. We could use a few,” he answered for us, placing his hand on my back once more, preparing to lead us in the direction of our bedroom. We would have to trek past the crowd, dragging shoes, showcasing our ripped clothes, and sexually devoured bodies, in order to reach our destination.
My feet were glued to the floor, and it took Arjen’s gentle shove to get me moving. The crowd didn’t hide that they were gawking. Loose titties, wet pussy, and halfway ripped out of my clothes, not much embarrassed me, but this situation had my face hot.
Once we cleared the crowd and made it into the nook that led up the stairs, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“Oh my God. Was that embarrassing or what?”
“Nope, not at all. If anybody had any questions about us, they got answers tonight,” he had the nerve to say. I slapped him playfully across the arm, shaking my head.
What was I going to do with Arjen Vallin?
Arjen
We were supposed to take a quick shower so that we could discuss business and the issue of the Vallins and the syndicate being targeted by the Black Saints, and the Black Saints being targeted by the Cardenas Cartel, or however the circle of doom went.
Our shower ended up turning into an episode of Mecca lighting a candle and us in the tub together, rubbing each other’s sore spots and every other spot in between.
Now, here we were, thirty more minutes of making everyone wait, walking into the group like nothing had happened.
“Sorry to make you wait, guys. Husband and wife business is hard work.”
Mecca punched me in the shoulder as the group laughed at us. Before we took our seats, Mecca went over and gave Desiree a hug, which turned into a huddle of them whispering and giggling.
Khane shot me a glance while the women were in their huddle and gave me a knowing nod. I winked at him, unable to hide my smile. Marshawn gave me a knowing look that took my smile and made my fist clench tight. Thankfully, Mecca returned and took the seat beside me before my wicked ideas of killing him took over.
“We’ll go around the room so that everyone can tell us everything they know so far. We have to piece this shit together before we go off half-cocked and start trouble that wasn’t meant to be started. Tywin and his crew are also working this from a digital angle.”
“You!” I pointed at Marshawn. “You start,” I ordered, my eyes a little annoyed while looking at him. “What do you know?”
“I sensed that the whole thing with the Haitians was a setup, which is why I called you,” Marshawn stated, eyeing me.
The motherfucker had to open his comments with that. While Mecca was brushing fire over me with her gaze, she had a wicked finger pointed at Marshawn.
“You called my husband like I can’t handle my own business. Like I’m a weakling that would lead you to a quick death without any type of back-up plan? How fucking long have you known me?”
How he managed to maintain eye contact with the deadly glare Mecca cast in his direction was beyond me. He flashed me a quick look before he found the bravery to speak again.
“I’m sorry, Mecca. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. You are too important to take big risks like that.”
“He’s right,” I stated, glaring at her now. “I have at least two men on me at all times. Even now, Cass and Hunter have eyes on this room. You became a bigger target when you took control of the Black Saints. You’re also a member of the syndicate now, and your last name is Vallin. You need to understand that you’re an even bigger target than me.”
She nodded, thankfully not objecting to what I pointed out.
“There’s not much else I know other than sensing that we were walking into a setup.” Marshawn gave Mecca all of his attention, turning his body in her direction.
“I’m sorry I underestimated you. I’ve known you for nearly a decade. I should have known better than to think you would risk our lives like that.”
Why was this shit sounding like more than an apology? “Next,” I called in the middle of one of his sentences.
By the time everyone had taken their turn, our information pooling di
dn’t turn up any more than we already knew. We agreed that we were possibly being set up and strategized plans to do internal and outside investigations. We still didn’t know if we were dealing with a group, two groups, or an individual, utilizing groups.
Outside of the few men we had tortured for information, there weren’t many clues that would lead us to a place, or even a person to chase down. All we were certain of was that it was someone or a group with power, as only power could fight power.
Who the hell was fucking with us? Were they making an attempt to turn us against each other?
34
Mecca
My mind should have been on my recent set-up situation and my husband’s ambush. Instead, I was focused on the possessive way he palmed my ass and squeezed my tits. The eager intention expressed in his face when he was about to enter me had me squirming in my seat. The depth of the astonishment in his eyes when he was about to come inside of me had my pulse quickening.
He knew what to do, how hard to squeeze, where to place each kiss, and how to press his tongue against my pressure points. Jesus. The knowledge of what he could do alone had me revved as loud as the engine of the SUV roaring down the highway.
A shiver not related to my erotic fantasies of Arjen, struck like a bolt of lightning and raced down my back. The sudden spike in my awareness was telling me something wasn’t right.
Danger. My eager gaze scanned the horizon, the beauty of the mountain peaks ignored while I searched for what had me tense.
In an effort to prevent another roadside attack, Arjen had sent the first guard ten minutes ahead of us to scout the roadway and to make sure it was safe to travel this route to get to the city.
Why were my senses all of a sudden tingling? Danger was in the air, but nothing was amiss. A glance in the rearview showed the second guard on my trail like he normally was. I drew HB from my waistband and sat him in my lap.